Lindsey, Simon, Ellie :: Baby Bump

It’s Monday already.

As a basic rule of human decency, I loathe Mondays. Well, I guess I used to loathe Mondays. Having to lurch out of bed at the first beep of the alarm and prep yourself for the 5-daily grinds to follow. Dressing like a person. Taking a shower daily…ugh, actually doing something with my hair. It takes real effort to be on honest 9-5er, five days a week. You people are awesome.

Now, since going full time with this business over two years ago, I have come to almost enjoy Mondays. A day of slowly getting out of bed. Lazy play with the pup while the coffee perks. Monday morning showers are a thing of the past, my friends. As is getting dressed like a person. Ponytails are nearly a staple. Monday is pajama day, all the way.

And then the work begins.

You see, Mondays to me are now home-office days. Emails, social media updates, editing, networking, planning, scheming, cleaning, organizing, bookkeeping, coffee break. Walk around the block, reheat Sunday leftovers, watch a bit of the soaps while inhaling lunch, then jump back in the office again. Editing, more emails, phone conversations, calendaring, list making…the day tends to pass by rather quickly.

Monday after Monday, month after month. Before I know it years have passed {don’t fret, Interweb friends. There are at least a couple showers in there, I promise you!} and I can hardly believe it. Clients get married, then get pregnant and babies quickly turn into teeny-humans at the drop of a hat. New inquiries turn into clients who turn repeat clients who turn into awesome people. I get to watch two people become a family of three…and then, like Lindsey & Simon, a family of four.

I met little Miss Elenora for the first time three years ago. With a head-full of dark hair and some seriously powerful lungs, she made her appearance in the world a bit early {thus missing mommy’s maternity session}. Every three months for a year I got to hang out with this fresh family; I watched them move into their new home and adjust, so smoothly I might add!, into their new family of three. When we wrapped up Ellie’s 1 year session with a cake smash at the local park, I remember driving away a bit sad that our time was already over. And then fast forward a few Mondays to June 2014 with Lindsey told me the good news :: baby #2 would be born near the end of summer! Not knowing whether it would be a boy or a girl, we made plans for their maternity session in August and I am so thrilled to be able to hang out with this stellar now-family-of-four every three months for the next year.

Yeah. Monday’s are a pretty cool thing.

Dashen Emmanuel :: 10 days

I’ve used this poem before in a baby post, years ago, but it somehow seemed to just ring right with me this morning again.


Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one night
Sailed off in a wooden shoe,—
Sailed on a river of crystal light
Into a sea of dew.
“Where are you going, and what do you wish?”
The old moon asked the three.
“We have come to fish for the herring-fish
That live in this beautiful sea;
Nets of silver and gold have we,”
Said Wynken,
And Nod.

The old moon laughed and sang a song,
As they rocked in the wooden shoe;
And the wind that sped them all night long
Ruffled the waves of dew;
The little stars were the herring-fish
That lived in the beautiful sea.
“Now cast your nets wherever you wish,—
Never afraid are we!”
So cried the stars to the fishermen three,
And Nod.

All night long their nets they threw
To the stars in the twinkling foam,—
Then down from the skies came the wooden shoe,
Bringing the fishermen home:
‘Twas all so pretty a sail, it seemed
As if it could not be;
And some folk thought ‘twas a dream they’d dreamed
Of sailing that beautiful sea;
But I shall name you the fishermen three:
And Nod.

Wynken and Blynken are two little eyes,
And Nod is a little head,
And the wooden shoe that sailed the skies
Is a wee one’s trundle-bed;
So shut your eyes while Mother sings
Of wonderful sights that be,
And you shall see the beautiful things
As you rock in the misty sea
Where the old shoe rocked the fishermen three:—
And Nod.
—Eugene Field

Thirty-five years and counting

Yesterday was my parent’s 35th wedding anniversary.

Thirty-five years ago, she was the nervous bride getting into her gown that her dad paid for. He was the anxious groom whose friends joking held him from running {we have photo proof!}. She smiled at him as her dad lifted her veil. He smiled back, thanking his lucky stars. The said their vows, exchanged their rings and sealed it all with a kiss. They celebrated with friends and family in the fellowship hall. They whipped doughnuts and did burn outs on the new city bridge {wonder where we all got that from}. They partied by the lake with the closest of friends. They honeymooned in Duluth. They began their life together.

Soon-ish after, my parents purchased their first home together. Rather, they purchased an overgrown country lot complete with abandoned outbuildings and a nearly-forgotten homestead with the selling point being that it boasted a perfect driveway. Over the years, they worked to sculpt a home: cleaning out and creating new sheds for the trucking company, remodeling the house then building new, planting trees, taming the yard and eventually adding two natural-sourced ponds and some beautiful landscaping. After 35 years, three kids, a scattering of horses and other farm animals, a handful of family dogs, the beginning and continuation of the trucking company and now five grand-kids, the property has grown to be a respite for not only my parents, but for us adult kids and our families. Out of a dilapidated plot of land and an excellent driveway, they created a rural oasis.

We celebrated on Sunday with a relaxed bbq on our patio. The sun smiled down upon us as we chatted about the current goings on. The little kids ran and shrieked about as my parents pulled them up our zip-line or caught them on the way down. At one point I sat back, smiling, watching and just thought to myself how much had to happen in these years to make this day come about. Gavinn played in the fairy garden, Mia and Jax helped collect sticks for the fire, Savannah happily ate dirt and rocks while teetering after the bigger kids. All of them, at one time or another, clamored to sit on Grrma or Papa’s lap to feel the warmth that only a campfire and a grandparent can give.

I can very honestly say that I look up to the love my parents have for each other and, born of that love, for each of us. Heaven knows how us kids have tested it, the troubles they’ve grown through together and the rough patches that every couple seem to face at some point in time. And yet, they are still each others. He continues to make her smile. She continues to make him laugh.

It certainly is something to aspire to.

Betty Stras - September 16, 2014 - 8:52 pm

You brought tears to my eyes! I can not believe it has been that long! I could write a stream of thoughts going thru my head – but I will just say “congratulations ” & thanks for always including me like family-love you all!

Keri Armendariz - September 16, 2014 - 10:44 am

That was very nice Tricia! Congrats to 35 years of marriage, love you both!

That is the most adorable flower girl ever :)

Kari & Coleman :: Married

Overnight, the fog crept in thick and heavy. Country roads were barely visible, headlights were necessary even though it was daylight. Like magic, the haze slowly dissipated as we pulled into the small rural town leaving dense, life-less air in its place. In a church with no air conditioning, the humidity of the day could have posed a problem. Potentially. But when Kari arrived, tucked away safely indoors, a light rain let loose chasing some of the heated air away.

In all reality, it seemed that nobody noticed the rapid-changing weather anyway.

With help from her mother, she slowly and methodically slipped into her gown. Earrings were fastened. Shoes were delicately clasped.

He situated himself in his dapper black tux. Flower was pinned. Hugs were given.

Bridesmaids were smiling. Groomsmen were joking. Everyone was breezily happy; it was finally time.

Lisa Busch - September 13, 2014 - 5:19 pm

Another fantastic photography session, beautiful, excellent pictures, such a fun wedding and adorable couple.
Thanks for all your hard work, everything came together perfectly, even the weather

Savannah James :: 1 year

I love weekends. Getting together with friends, unplugging  for more than a few hours at a time, getting a little pocket adventure in…oh, they most certainly are the cream of the crop.

This past weekend the fellow and I hung out at Sno Baron’s Haydays while our good friend was hawking his wares at a booth on the grounds. In the course of three days we canoed, camped, danced, hung out, witnessed some great riding, met some awesome new people and simply enjoyed a beautiful weather weekend with some great friends. That’s what it’s all about, right?!

Now that we’re back and in serious laundry/get-back-to-real-life mode, I’m just…pumped! I’ve got the crock pot brewing some delicious soup du jour for dinner while I listen to the leaves blowing in the cool breeze outside my open window. Fall is in the air, friends, and it feels SO good!


Miss Savi J turned ONE this summer and we had a hilariously quick time getting these shots to commemorate the occasion. As soon as she spied that sweet little cake, we were done for!